Rachel The Saleswoman (2000)

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This is the first part of a story that I started writing a long time ago with the help of another user; lo0lo0. Since the stroy itself is pretty long and it's not finished yet, I'm gonna post in in several post along several days. This way, I may have more time to make a closure for the story.

Those of you who have read my previous stories know my liking already. For those who haven't, I must tell you that if you're hoping a quick-paced, fully stripping story my work may dissapoint you. In anu case, I hope that you can enjoy it!



Rachel The Saleswoman (2000)


"So... do you understand all the conditions?" the man asked her. Rachel nodded and the man did the same.

"Okay, then. Please, sign on here" he said, hitting the bottom of the document with his finger. Rachel put her signature on there, then she stood up and she and her new employer shaked hands over the desk. At 22 years old, Rachel was a total hottie; a brunette with long hair and a voluptuous hourglass figure. Besides her pretty face, Mother Nature had blessed her with big breast and a big ass, and it'd be a lie to say that all those atributes didn't have anything to do with her getting the job interview.
Only half hour before she was sitting in one of the chairs of the office hall, along with several other applicants. All them women, and all them very pretty, which was a pre requisite for the job. All Rachel saw in them was a force to reckon, and she wanted the job.

Since she was a little girl all she heard was 'Yes', first from her parents. Rachel had a big tendency to have big tantrums everytime things didn't go as she pleased. Her parents indulged to those tantrums, which warranted Rachel's spoiled behavior. Some would argue that this wasn't Rachel fault; her father worked for a very important industrial company and made a lot of money. Meanwhile, her mother came from a wealthy family, which paid her way through college. Despite feeling quite snobbish, both parents spoiled their child by buying whatever she wanted. They meant no harm with it, but obviously it wasn't the best way to raise a responsible child.

This sense of entitlement lasted into her adult life, and it got even deeper as soon as her body started to develop her femenine assets. Boys that thought that she was onboxious during middle school then behaved more subserviently to her. Rachel capitalized on this and was amazed how easy was to get free meals, theatre tickets and gifts from guys. More often than not, those fools got nothing in return from her. They were her servants, so devoted to her that they'd jump into the highway traffic if she asked them to do so. Concerns about their emotions never passed by Rachel's mind. She knew that they were after her looks, wanting to taste her voluptuous curves, and she learned to play that card very well.

Now it was time to get rid of those girls. Rachel looked at the one sitting immediately at her right. It was a tall, blonde woman with some Scandinavian looks. Her body was thick, but athletic, like a pro tennis player. But there was a possible major flaw; she had a fat ass. Not bad looking really, but Rachel guessed that it could be a source of insecurity for her.

"Nervous?" she asked to the blonde. She smiled back, shyly.

"Oh, yes" she said, talking quite fast. "I just dropped from my first year at college, and this is my first job interview."

Rachel had moved out from her parents house last year and had a job by then, but now she was unemployed, hence the job application. She pretended to be very experienced, which, of course, was a facade; her parents would support her financially if she ever needed it, but only if she put the effort to make a living by herself. This had enraged Rachel at first, but in the end she had resolved to deal with it.

"Oh, just relax, everything is going to be fine" she said. "The most important thing is that you're confident. If they see that you have confidence in yourself, then they'll see a good salesperson."

"Really?" said the blonde. There was a tone of hope in her voice. Rachel feels this was a good moment to drop a bomb.

"Of course. Just..." she thought of her next words. "Just try to display your best pose while walking into that office. They want girls that are fit because that benefits their image."

The blonde started to look worried. Touchè. Rachel kept going on with her ruthless attack to that poor girl's self-esteem.

"Don't worry. I see you and I think you can pass that confidently. As long as your butt isn't fat, you should not have any problem with it. A fat butt is a clear symptom of a woman not taking care of herself and, if she doesn't take care of herself, how can she expect to convince other women to do it?"

"Oh, yeah, I understand" muttered the blonde. Rachel started to feel how her words were hindering her confidence, which was the desired effect. Only some minutes before that young woman was nervous, but excited and optimistic about her first job. Now she thought that maybe being a saleswoman wasn't a really good idea. Rachel knew that in the moment she would walk through the office door it was game over for her. There was no way that insecure wreck would get the job. Then, the door opened and a man dressed in a suit stood there, looking at the applicants.

"Alison Rhodes?" he asked, to which the blonde lifted her hand. "Oh, you're Alison. Please, come in."

Alison crossed the door and Rachel noticed that she was covering her big ass with her briefcase, trying to make it go unnoticed. She smiled, feeling satisfyed. But there still were other women in the room. She spotted her next target; a lovely-looking black girl. Her flaw: a little too big nose. Rachel started a conversation with her...


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"So... Rachel Luxenberg?" asked the interviewer, to which Rachel noded with her head.

"That is. Rachel Luxenberg is the name" confirmed Rachel. The man too nodded with his head. He was a middle aged skinny man who seemed to suffer an onset of alopecia. He looked serious and kind of depressed, but Rachel wasn't too sure about this yet. She would have to test the waters a little before jumping into them. But, given her experiences with men, she had learned to trust her gut; her intuition rarely failed on this kind of matters. The man looked at her resume.

"Well, let's see... Apparently you attended to law school four years ago, in '96, but you dropped from it the next year..." he adjusted his glasses with the middle finger of his right hand. Then, he kept reading. "Then you worked as a secretary for an insurance company up to the last month. Well, not a really impressive resume, but I'll give you a chance."

Uh, oh, Rachel thought. This guy didn't seem to be impressed by her looks; he may not have been as insecure as he looked. She would have to resort to her physical assets. But everything at their given time...

"As you can see, the company I worked for is well respected among the top corporations" she said. She preferred to solve the problem via purely academic route, but she didn't count with it entirely. The man lifted his gaze and met Rachel's. He didn't look impressed at all.

"Yes, I can see that. But you're not the first woman that I've interviewed today who had experience working for important companies" he explained to Rachel, and the latter started to feel a little anxious. "You've got to bring something else to the table if you want the job. Now, tell me... Why did you drop from law school?"

"Oh, because while I attended there, although my grades were decent and I really liked learning, I didn't feel they were preparing me to deal with real life problems" said Rachel, answering almost inmediately. "I realized that I needed to get some experience first, so I dropped from the law school and got a job; at the insurance company. I really think that working there has taught me some things that I couldn't have learned at college" This was, in fact, a bullshit excuse; the truth was that the only thing Rachel had succeeded at during college was to get invited at many parties. Since she didn't study at all she didn't pass the tests. Even more than that, Rachel didn't even show up for several of them, which eventually got herself expelled from college. Her parents told her then that she would have to get a job because they weren't going to indulge to the whims of any pampered young woman. Rachel told them that she would get a job, but she was moving out, to which her parents said that they were fine with her decision. Not too long after that, Rachel got the job at the insurance company and moved out. She had to put long hours in the office and her boss was a total jerk, but she needed the job to pay the rent. There was no way she would go back to her parent's home.

Back to the present interview, the man has listened to Rachel's bullshit excuse and looked at Rachel with a dead-serious expression that Rachel didn't know how to interpret. Was he meditating about it? Or was he wondering how did Rachel look without those clothes? Was he thinking something else? Finally the man sighted.

"Well... tell me" he said. "What about sales attracts you?"

By now Rachel had solved to play her biggest card; her physique. Putting a little effort to make the move look casual, she unbouttoned a boutton of her white blouse. A risky move, but she knew that it was probably the only way she may get the job.

"Sorry, this office is so hot" she said, waving some air to her face with her papers. "Well, I believe that one of my biggest strengths is my interpersonal communication skills, as I've always liked to talk to people and help them to resolve their problems. That's why I think that I can excel at this job. Moreover, I have a vast knockledge of the sector, being an avid customer of this kind of products myself."

Being said that, Rachel crossed her right leg over her left thigh, which made the hem of her gray office skirt to slide up a little, exposing the lacy top of her black stocking. Almost automatically, the man's gaze looked down to Rachel's exposed fleshy thigh and she felt a short but intense rush of triumph. It seemed that she was finally bringing that -apparently- uptight guy's defenses down. He would have had to be either gay or asexual to not feel drawn to look at Rachel's sexy thighs. He looked still serious, but it seemed that he couldn't take his eyes out of the lace-clad thigh. After several seconds, he managed to look at Rachel's eyes again.

"Well" he said one more time. "That's a very valuable trait for this job. We're looking for women who can converse about cosmetic topics with ease" He leaned over the table, towards Rachel. Still maintaining an aura of self-control, but she new that it was just a facade. Deep down something was starting to boil inside him. Rachel looked at the man's eyes with her most seductive stare and then she talked again.

"I can be pretty... convincing..." she said, speaking in low voice, slowly. "Hire me and you'll be hiring a very efficient worker. I' mean... really... efficient."

Now, the man's ching seemed to struggle between keeping the mouth shut otr hanging loose. It appeared that it succeeded at keeping the mouth shut, but Rachel could notice the very evident desire expressed in his facial expression. He had blood running through his veins, after all. But she wasn't done with him yet; Rachel wanted to make an even more lasting impression of her, so here it went the act numer two:

"Of course, I'll work hard" she said, while grabbing a pen from the table. A little pause in which Rachel stared at the man's eyes while biting the tip of the pen's cap. "Really hard" she added, with an ample movement of her right arm, whose hand was holding the pen. The item flew to the other side of the room, as Rachel had deliverately loosened the grip on it.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm sooo clumsy!" she said, with an slightly girly tone. "I'll pick it up."

Being said that, Rachel stood up and walked where the pen supposedly was. She kneeled in front of a filing cabinet and then bent over, making her huge ass to point up in the air. Now the man was speechless, seeing those big rounded buttocks covered by Rachel's gray skirt. That added to the vision of Rachel's stocking-clad legs had created an alluring combo that was too hard to resist. Meanwhile, Rachel was pretending to look for the pen -which was in her hand already.

"Oh, here it is, under the filing cabinet... let's see if I can grab it!" she said, feigning a strained voice and wiggling her big ass. This was too much for him already. He knew that he needed to have a very reliant and intelligent woman for the job, and that had to be based especially in her skills and accomplishments. Rachel didn't seem to have any of those. But... but... that butt! That's the reason! That's what one part of himself was thinking. There was a grueling conflict inside the man. He was still battling his own impulses -or maybe battling his rational mind!- when Rachel finally got back to her seat. Then, the man just smiled and handed her the contract.

"So... do you understand all the conditions?"


End of part 1.

[Boss2125]

This is a good start

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I agree I love stories like these I wish I could do some

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Keep going! This is great.

[FLP00]

Glad to see that you guys like the story!

Here's the next part. Enjoy;



Rachel walked down the street carrying a briefcase. Her new job consisted in promoting a new line of beauty products, mostly a new facial lotion that will -supposedly- remove the last decade from women's faces. Rachel didn't now if that was really true, and she didn't care either. If the sales increased, her salary would increase too. That was all she cared about. Morals? Well... It may not look very ethic to sell a possible scam to people, but she sure wasn't the only person doing it. One had only to look around to see all the crap and the snake oil that people were buying these days; weight-loss pills, shitty self-help books... things like those. So what if she was doing the same? You have to adapt yourself. Following the most ethic path wouldn't lead her to succees.

The company's uniform was comfortable and looked quite good on her; a dark blue pencil skirt, blue blouse and matching heels. The skirt was pretty tight, and she could almost feel the glances that guys threw at her curves as she passed by. Especially after she passed by. Since Rachel had always craved attention, this was another nice bonus this new job provided to her ego. She had always liked dressing nice, and this job provided her the chance to look gorgeous wherever she went. She loved the skirt; that morning she had zipped it up while looking at her own ass on the mirror, admiring the clean curve that her buttocks shaped in the seat of the skirt. Along with her wide hips, her thin waist and her large, firm breasts, she took severals hours of male attention per day for granted.

She spent all day long knocking on every door that she could find, and then she would ask permission to come in. If that was the case, she would talk all the women about the pros of that new lotion. The cons, however, were never mentioned and, if the potential consumer asked about them, she'd use all her charisma to lead the conversation back to the pros. It didn't really matter, though; a lot of those women were in their middle-life crisis and they would have done anything to retrieve part of their past tightness and beauty -if they ever had it; those who had always been ugly didn't fall for those things as easily, either feeling that their case was hopeless or just not giving a shit about looking good anymore.

And of course, Rachel would offer them a free sample that most women gladly accepted.

"Yes, it's completely safe and..."

"...that this is the lotion that celebrities use nowadays, and..."

"...its unique formula prevents your skin from premature aging..."

"Of course! Here you have a free sample."

Just like that. At the end of the day, she had managed to convince a good bunch of middle-aged women that stated that they'd be buying the new lotion. This wasn't really different to what she had done in the waiting room the other day; spotting people's weaknesses, discretely magnifying them and then, when those poor souls felt like a hopeless case, Rachel would offer them a solution. Maybe it wasn't a good one, with very low possibilites of working, but she made sure of looking like a very charitative soul whose satisfaction lies within the smiles of all her fellow humans. Retrospectively, Rachel thought, it was the same estrategy that she employed with unattractive men who had a crush on her strong enough to try to win Rachel over with all kind of nice favors. Only men with a spine, who didn't take crap from her, got to see the real personality of Rachel; the spoiled, fully-developed entitled brat who thought of herself like a godess, demanding everybody to kiss her gracious ass. These men -who were, ironically, the ones that Rachel felt attracted to -rarely wanted to do anything with her, as they were turned off by Rachel's huge ego.

But now that wasn't really a problem. As soon as her employer got to know the number of sales that Rachel had made that day, his look of approval and his encouraging words to 'keep selling them!' made her forget those trivialities. Moreover, she had only needed a day to realize how working in sales can shape the way you seduce people for the better. At the end of the day, Rachel had guessed very accurately which women were more down to listen to what she had to say. She couldn't wait for another day at work. For the first time of her life, the idea of waking up at 6AM to go to work wasn't unpleasant.

Day after day, Rachel hit the streets and sold plenty of those products mostly to bored housewives. It didn't took to long for her boss to be pleased with her contribution to the company. The company was doing good before Rachel's arrival, but making even more money wouldn't do any bad to it. And soon Rachel had become an inspiration for other saleswomen; they would try to chat her up and ask her for advice. Of course, Rachel loved the reputation that she was getting. But, when it came to the advice, she would give them fake advice and, when those poor fools complained that her that it wasn't working, Rachel would tell them over and over that it was because they lacked enough confidence to pull it. Despite this, the girls were motivated to try again, so they had become more productive; another bonus, in her boss eyes.

There was only one girl that didn't bought Rachel's bullshit; her name was Kelly, and she was a rather plain-looking brown haired girl who, every time that Rachel commented how she managed to pull a difficult sale, she would listen with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of disgust in her face.

"You think that it's okay to deceive and mislead people" said Kelly to Rachel one day, in the office. "But I'll tell you what; Karma is real, and you can only pull so many strings. If you keep messing with peple, you may become the target of their fury. Be very careful, Rachel."

Rachel brushed it off. "Oh, c'mon! I think you're exaggerating all this, Kelly. It's not like I'm evicting those women. I just sell them exactly what they're asking for. It's that a bad thing?"

"Whatever, Rachel" replied Kelly, sighting. "You setting things up for yourself.

"Yeah, whatever" Rachel replied back. "All I hear from you has a subtle envious tone. Well, I have to go. I have other women to deceive and mislead, as you would say."

She almost had reached the door when suddenly her boss approached her.

"Wait a second, Rachel" he said. Then, after a brief pause, he smiled. "Before you go, tell me... what is your secret? How do you make it?" Rachel smiled.

"Oh, it's very easy, actually" she said. "The customer is always right. Give them what they demand" Then she turned around and left.


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Three weeks later things had gotten even better for Rachel. She had been told that if she kept getting sales at such an impressive pace her salary would raise. That had made her month already. Her parents had warmed towards her, who believed that she finally was 'getting her life straight', as they said themselves. Of course, little they knew about Rachel cunning tactics at work, otherwise they would have been embarrassed of her.

In the end she had won in several ways, she thought, while taking a walk in a Saturday's afternoon. The weather was good; sunny but not hot. Breezy, but not windy. Calm, but not quiet. Walking down the street in order to do some shopping, dressed in her dark green turtle neck sweater, a dark red slit skirt that reached down to her knees and a pair of very fashionable black high boots, she felt the attention everybody paid to her; it was like an old friend of Rachel. Guys looked at her breasts first, very noticeable thanks to the tightness of her sweater. Then (most of the time, when they noticed that Rachel had spotted their gaze) they looked up to her pretty face and at her big and expressive green eyes. At this point, the bravests guys dared to smile at her while maintaining eye contact. Whe Rachel walked away and left the guys behind, then they would stare firmly at the movement of those big buttocks under that tight dark red skirt. Girls, on the other hand, would stare at her for another reason, a very different one; just pure and simple envy. Rachel loved this kind of attention almost as much as she loved the male attention. Wherever she went she always encountered plenty of girls that would snicker and whisper something to their friend's hear, to which they looked at Rachel with scorn. So much better, she used to think. In her mind, they acted like that because they were losers unable to be as popular and successful as she was.

Rachel was so wrapped in her thoughts of self-grandiosity that she didn't really notice the female voice yelling behind her; "That's her! She's the scammer!" She heard that sentence, but she didn't think the woman was referring to her. But less than ten seconds later, a hand grabbed Rachel's right shoulder and forced her to turn around. Rachel found herself face to face with a forty-something years old woman, with her face covered by plenty bandaids. Then, Rachel recognized her; it was one of her customers. She looked angry.

"Did you think that you were getting away with what you've done! No way!" she snarled at Rachel, who grabbed that woman's hand and violently removed it from her shoulder. "Your lotion got so hard when it dried that I peeled my skin off when I tried to remove it!"

"Don't touch me!" she snarled back. "Who do you think you are?

Then Rachel noticed two more women coming at her, at quite fast pace. Why couldn't those dumbfucks leave her alone? They were so annoying... They are too mad at her.

"You're shameless" said one of the new women, a tall skinny ugly woman. "How could you sell this crap to me? My face was itching for three days!"

Those women's screams were attracting the bystanders attention. But Rachel didn't want this kind of attention, which annoyed her even more.

"Okay, listen to me; I don't know what kind of problem you have, but I won't take any shit from any of you" she said. And then, displaying her immature attidute towards others; "If you're jealous because you don't look good anymore, that's not my problem. And now... get out of my way!"

Rachel shoved the woman that she had right in front of her, so she could get out of there. But as soon as she did, the woman grabbed Rachel's arm and forced her to stay there. Rachel wasn't annoyed anymore; now she was furious.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't touch me! I told you that already!" she said, while setting herself free from the woman's grip. The woman grabbed Rachel's arm one more time.

"You aren't going anywhere" she muttered, furiously. Rachel could see in her eyes that she was dead serious, but there was no way in which she would allow that b*tch to intimidate her. Meanwhile, the other two women had closed the distance a bit. They too had a look of anger in their eyes. At this point, Rachel realized that she needed to employ a different estrategy. It wasn't that she were scared -no way she was! Nope. But they were three and she was just one. Brute force would work now in her favor.

"Look, it's not my fault" said Rachel in a more calm tone, after breathing deeply. The women were still tense, but Rachel kept talking. "These are high-quality products, but you have to respect their usage indications. If you apply too much of those sustances they can cause skin damage..."

Rachel kept talking to the women, who were now arm crossed. It was true that they could harm the skin is overused, but Rachel made sure of not to mention this when she sold them the lotion. As far as she was concerned, the lotion was pretty safe. but it was true too that she hadn't used it herself; she preferred other brands. "I'll give you a free advice; wait a little and be more moderation with the lotion. Yes, it does really takes years off of your face. But only if used properly."

The three women seemed to hesitate a little about their intentions towards Rachel, who had to make a huge effort to refrain from smiling in triumph; it seemed that once again she was going to get away with what she had done. But it wasn't safe to leave yet; she had to convince them a little more.

"Let's do this; next Monday I will pass by your homes again. I could teach all you how to use those lotions. And I can give you a free sample of other products; the latest products, in fact. You'll be the first women to have them in the town..."

"You liar!" some angry voice yelled behind Rachel. She turned around and saw a woman in her 50's coming at her. She too was angry and her face appeared to suffer some kind of alergic reaction. Behind her, a young woman was approaching Rachel too. Looking at their faces, Rachel thought that they could be mother and daughter. They stopped near her, closing any possible way of escape for Rachel. She started to think that the situation was starting to be serious...

"My mother wants you to explain what happened to her face" said the young woman, confirming what Rachel had been thinking seconds earlier. Suddenly, the mother shoved Rachel and, since she was a big woman, Rachel amost fell to the ground.

"Why did you do that?" she protested, but there was a crystal clear pitch of fear in her voice. Big, big mistake; now the women that surrounded her felt more confident in what they wanted to do. Rachel didn't know exactly what their intentions were, and this made her feel anxious. Being cornered by five angry persons was no joke.

"What do you have to say to all this now?" asked the fat woman that shoved her, while jabbing Rachel's tummy with her index finger. Hard. Rachel tried to push the woman's hand away, but she didn't do it with confidence. The woman, however, didn't pull her hand by any means.

"Ouch! Stop doing that, it's painful!" Rachel complained again, this time resembling a little girl that protests to a deserved punishment for not doing her homework. She placed her hand on her belly, a protective move. The woman stopped jabbing her tummy, but kept jabbing Rachel with her furious eyes, which was as bad. Despite she hated it with all her soul, Rachel has started to feel fear. Her tummy felt bad, but it was not only because of theat woman's jabbing finger; it was that primitive adrenaline-fueled abdominal sensation that humans felt when facing danger. And, whether she liked it or not, she was in danger now; they had cornered Rachel agaiunst the wall and she had no way to escape.

"Well, obviously this brat needs some punishment" said the fat mother, so loud that attracted the attention of several other bystanders. Rachel noticed that there was like ten or mayben fifteen people around watching the show. This was no good and soon she could only think in being out of that distressful situation. She wanted somebody to come at her rescue, like always had happened. But there wasn't anybody there for her. In fact, the bystanders appeared to know what Rachel had done to those women, and they didn't look sympathetic at all towards her. It was an horrible situation. She started to shake.

"Oh, look at this!" said the first woman, chuckling. "She's scared! Oh, poor little thing!"

"She should be" said the daughter. "I hate liars and scammers. I fucking hate them!" she looked at Rachel's eyes. "We're going to make you wish you'd never left your house". And finally, looking at the other four women. "It's time, girls! Grab her!"

"Noooo!!!" Rachel screamed, then she charged towards the daughter and shoved her, making the young woman trip on her feet and fall to the ground. It was her only chance to escape and she took it. Rachel ran away, as fast as she could with those boots, which fortunately for her, didn't have high heels.

"That b*tch!" roared the daughter, while the other women helped her to get back to her feet. "Get her!"

Meanwhile, Rachel ran like never in her life she had done. She hadn't been so scared ever in her life either; she didn't what those women were up to, but obviously, it wasn't going to be pleasant for her. She turned her head back and saw that the five women were already chasing her, the daughter being the leader of that peculiar pack. She looked angrier than ever now and this made Rachel question herself if she had taken the right desicion. Soon she rejected those thoughts because the women were closing the distance to her. Rachel didn't know where she was running to, except away from her tormentors. She was breathing heavy due to the fact that she was in bad shape -Rachel wasn't a big fan of sports- and the fact that she was scared shitless. Rachel reached the end of the sidewalk and she realized that she couldn't keep running unless she wanted to get hit by a passing car. She stood in there, frozen. Rachel turned around and saw the women coming at her, hell-bent to punish her, although she didn't have any clue of what that punishment would be.

"Don't let her to get away!" screamed the mother.

"No, no, no..." muttered Rachel, watching powerless how her chasers were coming at her and she could not cross the street. But... finally, a empty space between two cars! Rachel didn't think twice and crossed the road, running. But, unfortunately for her, the five women managed to take advantage of that moment too and crossed the street. Now, it was the same situation, different sidewalk.

"Why can't all you leave me alone?" cried Rachel, desperately, while running. There was no answer.

Then, Rachel turned to her right and entered into a narrow alley. Desperated by her fear of getting caught she didn't see it at first. Almost until she bumped into it; a wall. It was a dead-end alley. Rachel was now trapped...



End of Part 2.

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"No! Nooo!" she screamed, and then she turned around. The five women had entered into the alley too and now they were approaching Rachel with devilish smiles in their faces. Rachel was cornered again, and this time the women were really angry. Swallowing her big pride, Rachel resorted to the only thing she could do now; begging.

"Please, let me go!" she cried, placing her palms together. "Yeah, you're right; those lotions were a scam. But if you let me go I'll give you the real ones for free! They're the most expensive ones, the ones that celebrities use!"

"I thought that the ones that you gave us were the high caliber ones" said the mother, with obvious disgust in her voice. "You have no morals. You only care about the money, right?"

She had to make them chill. How? She didn't know better than begging. Rachel wasn't used to make this kind of scenes, so she didn't know how things would turn out in the end. She didn't remember to feel that frightened in her life; the uncomfortable sensation in her guts had got worse, up to the point of being almost unbearable. The daughter close the distance and faced Rachel.

"So... you will give those lotions for free?" she asked, seemingly genuine. Rachel started to relax a bit. Maybe there was a solution... maybe. Her ego had been bruised and she would need some time to get over this, but if she managed to end things there that would be all. Rachel nodded at the daughter's question.

"Alright" she said. The daughter opened her purse and took from it some beauty products; the same that Rachel used to sell.

"But first... we'll test them in you first. Get her girls!"

"No, no! Leave me alone!" screamed a frightened Rachel right when the other four women grabbed her by her torso and arms. She struggled to set herself free, but all her efforts were in vain. This was the most humiliating moment of her life; nobody had ever done to her anything even remotely similar to this. That lack of knowledge about the feelings a person usually had in situations like this fueled her fear even more; the fear of the unknown. The daughter grabbed Rachel's chin, retaining her head.

"Oh, stop complaining!" she said. "You're going to look very pretty when we're done with you."

Being said that, she applied a huge amount of facial lotion in Rachel's cute face. The latter reacted with a closed-eyes grimace, like somebody had put a slice of lemon in her mouth. The daughter then passed her open palm all over Rachel's contracted face, painting it in white. The other women were laughing at the scene while maintaining a grip on her. Rachel spat a bit of lotion that had gotten into her mouth, and she finally opened her eyes. The daughter was looking at her with a big smile of satistied fury in her face. She had now a lipstick in her hand.

"Wow, you're looking gorgeous!" she ironized "Some lipstick will make wonders to that cute face of yours."

Rachel clenched her lips instinctively when the daughter grabbed her chin one more time and applied the lipstick carelessly to her lips. She put a lot of it, like little girls trying to imitate their olders sisters after sneakingly taking their lipsticks. This was another big blow to Rachel's ego; nobody in her life had ever done anything like this to her. And it didn't feel good at all! Suddenly, she felt small, like a little girl again, powerless. Those women were going to humiliate her as long as they pleased, and there was nothing that she could do to stop them.

The daughter had completely painted Rachel's lips and a good portion of the skin that surrounded them. The women laughed even more seeing Rachel's painted face. Rachel had discovered something new for her; laughter from others could hurt, and they hurt a lot. They made her feel even smaller. The next thing the daughter pulled from her purse was an eye shadow brush. Based on those very recent previous make up experiences, Rachel didn't have to think too much before she guesses what she was going to do to her.

"Now it's the turn of those pretty eyes of yours!" she claimed, and sooner than Rachel expected, she was applying the eye shadow to her closed eye lids. With her eyes closed, she could only hear what was happening around her.

"Ha, ha, ha! She looks like an idiot..."

"This will teach her!"

"You aren't so smart now, right?"

"You pathetic liar!"

Finally, she felt the brush being removed from her face. She was so terrified that she didn't dare to open her eyes again, afraid of discovering what would be the next thing that they would do to her. Then, she heard the daughter's voice commanding her to open her eyes and Rachel did it. They had placed a little hand mirror in front of her face, and she could see the results of that bizarre make-up session; her chin, cheeks and forehead were completely white. There was even some bits of lotion in her black hair. Her lips were completely covered in bright red lipstick and so were part of her chin and her cheeks. And the daughter had put so much eye shadow on her that her eyes looked like the eyes of a raccoon. The four women were laughing their asses off while Rachel felt so humiliated that she was almost to the point of tears.

"Oh, don't feel weird, that make-up suits you well!" said the 40-something woman with bandaids in her face. "The best make-up for a b*tch like you!"

The other women laughed one more time. Rachel was devastated but, at the same time, relieved. At least she didn't have the uncertainty of not knowing what those women would do to her. She would have to walk home looking like an aspiring clown who had put his make-up while drunk. People would snicker at her, and this time they would laugh. She didn't look powerful, nor superior; she looked pathetic. But at least it was over.

"Fortunately for you, we haven't stained that pretty skirt of yours" said the mother. "It looks very expensive."

It was a meaningless comment, only one of all those nasty remarks that they had told her that afternoon. But it had the effect of a bomb. An awkward silence covered the five women -and their victim. Rachel realized, with horror in her heart, that the women were seriously considering the possibility of one last humiliation. Something referred to her skirt.

"We can..." started the daughter, and then she looked at the other women. The five started to smile maliciously. "Yes, we could do it. It would be a nice touch..."

"Do what?" asked the skinny woman. She was eager to know what the next move would be. Then, the daughter looked at Rachel again, looking more evil than ever.

"We can take her skirt off. Right here" she finally said. Rachel's eyes opened greatly and the awful sensation in her tummy got back. They weren't going to do that, she thought. It would be going too far... Shit, they would be risking criminal charges if they did; you can't strip a person of their clothes by force. They only wanted to scare her a little more. Just to have a little fun with her, that was all. It had to be, right?

"Yes!" screamed the other four women at unison, bringing Rachel back to reality; they were going indeed to take her skirt off. They had been surrounding Rachel all the time, and now they grabbed her again. Rachel's heart started to beat at fast rate. She was retainied again by her torso and arms, and she lost the control over her fear.

"No! No! Please, don't take my skirt off! Pleeeeease!" she begged, pathetically, but it was completely in vain. The daughter placed herself behind a scared Rachel and, after crouching down, put her hand in the zipped of her tight dark red skirt.

"Let's make her go back home in her underwear!" she claimed, making everybody minus Rachel laugh. She could not even imagine how she could deal with the embarrassment of being in the middle of her street, far from home, in her undies. Thinking about it was already unbearable. She remembered those awful dreams in which she was in front of a large audience wearing only her underwear. Those people laughing and pointing their fingers at her, making Rachel feel too vulnerable and defenseless. The guffaws echoes used to last even for a few seconds after she woke up. But now it was going to happen for real; she wouldn't experience the relief of waking up from a bad dream. It was really happening to her! Then, Rachel felt the daughter unzipping her skirt over her butt and this made her react. She started to struggle between the women's grip.

"No! No! Please, no! Let me go!" she yelled, but her tormentors wouldn't listen to her. Rachel's body was moving frantically in a desperate effort to dissuade the women from removing her skirt. But the daughter grabbed Rachel's hips, with force.

"You better stop moving!" she hissed between her teeth, furiously. And then, since she had unzipped Rachel's skirt, grabbed both sides of the garment and gave it a strong tug downwards.

"Oh!" muttered Rachel, feeling how her skirt went down to her knees and feeling the fresh air in her now bare thighs too. Those two stimulus made her clasp her knees together and to bend over a bit, embarrased. The waistband of her skirt had got caught with the top of her high boots and the hem of her skirt was grazing the ground, hiding Rachel's feet. That added to the state of her face made her look ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the daughter had her face at less of a foot from Rachel's big ass, and was the first one seeing what Rachel was wearing under her skirt. It was a tight pair of white high cut panties, with a pattern of little black polka-dots. The front panel of the panties had two sections in the both upper sides made of fine see-thru fabric, in which the polka-dotted pattern was embroidered. The outer borders of the see-thru sections were made of black lace. The triangled-shaped middle part of the front panel was made of the same opaque fabric than the seat of the panties, and had the same polka-dotted pattern. The last detail of Rachel's panties was the cute little white bow on the waistband, right under Rachel's belly button.

The daughter laughed while staring at Rachel's big panty-clad buttocks. That sexy tight-fitting underwear would make a skirtless woman to attract even more attention, thus enhancing Rachel's humiliation. That spoiled girl was in for a very long afternoon.

"Look at her!" yelled the daughter. "She likes to wear pretty panties! Isn't that lovely?"

"Let's finish taking her skirt off" said the mother, startling Rachel again. Having her skirt pulled down in order to put her down was bad, but having it completely taken off... that was too much. One more time, Rachel struggled again, yelling for an aid that wouldn't come. In a desperate effort to retain her skirt she crouched down into a human ball. Two of the women were still grabbing her arms and the third one that was holding her torso got dragged down with Rachel.

"No, please! Let me keep my skirt, please! I'll die from the embarrassment!" she begged, one more time. "Pleeeeeease!!!!"

"Make her sit on the ground and lift her legs" commanded the daughter to the other four women. "This way we can take off her skirt."

While Rachel kept whinning, crying and begging, they forced her to sit on her ass and then the daughter grabbed the hem of Rachel's dark red skirt. Rachel tried to extend her arms to grab her skirt, preventing the daughter from taking it off, but the other women were retaining her arms. Finally, the skirt came out of her feet. It was official; Rachel was now skirtless in the middle of the street. Waist down, she only had her boots and her panties. She stood back to her feet under the cruel laughs of those five avenged women, who were pointing their fingers to Rachel's panty-clad pelvic area. It was horrible. She felt like a little girl being bullied in the playground, with all her classmates mocking her ruthlessly.

"Did you forget something?" asks the daughter, mocking Rachel while waving her skirt in her hands. Rachel felt defeated; she thought that the make-up prank was horrible at first, but that was because she was still some minutes away from knowing what 'horrible humiliation' really meant. Getting back home in her underwear seemed to her a feat as soul-draining as climbing the Mt. Everest now.

"White panties... they say that only good girls wear white panties. I guess you're some kind of exception." said the skinny woman, and this comment made the other women chuckle. Rachel put her thigs together and covered her crotch with her hands, a classic embarrassed gesture. She had completely forgotten what they had done to her face; she had bigger concerns to care about now.

"Are those panties really tight, or is because her ass is fat?" asked the bandaid woman, crushing Rachel's ego. It was true that her panties were snug-fitting, but since they were high cut style, the leg apertures were so ample that reached almost the waistband of her panties. Since such waistband reached almost the belly button level, that meant that the leg apertures would expose part of her wide hips. That, combined with the fact that high cut panties have a large seat, made her ass look really big. Her ass was big, but not fat, in Rachel's opinion about herself. It had be true, because nobody had called her 'fat' before... right?

"I'll tell you what are you going to do now" said the daughter, playfully waving Rachel's lost skirt. "You're going to walk out of this alley and go back home in your underwear. It's going to be a show for all the people you'll bump into in your way home, especially with that big ass of yours and those sexy huge panties!" she chuckled at this. Rachel, having lost any vestige of pride that she may had, just kneeled down and placed the palms of her hands together, crossing the fingers of both hands.

"No, no, not that, please!!" she begged, her voice shaking in fear. She looked pathetic begging like that, on her knees with her face completely painted, and wearing her dark green tight turtle neck sweater, her white panties and her black boots. She was the personification of humiliation. "I'll do whatever you want, but please! Let me have my skirt back on! I've learned my lesson, I swear!"

The five women were surrounding the pathetic Rachel, pointing their fingers at her and laughing. But Rachel, too scared by the idea of being skirtless in public, kept begging and putting herself down, which was even funnier to the women.

"All you are right! I'm a spoiled, pathetic brat who deserves to be humiliated! And yes... my butt is fat!" Some tears started to flood Rachel's green eyes. Humiliation was the most bitter medicine she had ever tasted. And she was receiving an extreme dose of it. But she solved that no matter what, she would not cry. This didn't have anything to do with some sense of pride or principle; what would these women do to her if they saw her crying? The possibility of they becoming even more ruthless was quite real.

"Please, I'm begging to all you!" Rachel kept saying, still on her knees. "I wronged all you and I deserved what you've done to me today. I'm really sorry! What I did was a henious thing, and I promise to all you that I'll never do something like that again! Please... I'm sure that you're good forgiving people..."

Finally, the daughter stopped swinging Rachel's skirt and looked at her. She seemed meditative. After some seconds she slowly walked towards Rachel and placed herself in front oh her. Rachel, being on her knees, looked like some kind of penitent devotee.

"On your feet" commanded the daughter, with soft neutral voice. Rachel did, as fast as she could, but looking at the ground; she didn't dare to look anybody to their eyes, not while feeling so inferior at least. If she tried she would probably lose the control of her emotions and cry. The daughter then placed her hand in Rachel's chin and gently lifted her head.

"Look at me" she whispered. Embarrassed as she was, Rachel experienced some brief, but intense hope. The daughter's facial expression looked more relaxed now; she may be forgiven after all. Rachel felt like having expiated all the sins of her life. Very few thing could be worse that having your face painted like a clown's and having your skirt forcibly removed. The daughter was still looking at her. Then, she spoke;

"Get out of this alley... now" she commanded again, in the same soft voice, which crushed Rachel's hopes of retrieving her skirt. "If you don't, we'll keep humiliating you here" she looked down to Rachel's crotch and then looked at her eyes again. "We may decide to take those cute panties and put them at the top of a flagpole. So... it's up to you. What's your choice?"

Rachel's face was a poem. Having her hope raised only to drop it to the ground again was too painful. But that pain didn't last for too long; the fear of having to confront the world in her underwear surpassed it greatly. She was about to beg again, but then the daughter spoke again before she could do it.

"Twenty seconds. That's the time you have to leave this alley. Tick, tack, tick, tack..." she muttered, in that soft voice that now sounded menacing to Rachel. She walked to the end of the alley, with her head low, furious and humiliated at the same time. It was so unfair. She finally reached the corner and looked outside, only her upper body sticking out; while the street wasn't too crowded, there was quite a lot of people. That wasn't going to be easy at all, and Rachel felt the tears struggling to get out of her eyes again. But then the daughter spoke again.

"Eight... seven... six... five..."

This made Rachel taking her final decision; Being in the middle of the street with no skirt on was horrible, but being in the middle of the street with no skirt and no panties on would be just... well, fucking horrible. It wasn't really a tough choice if you thought about it. Closing her eyes and clenching her teeth, Rachel dared to take the first step outside the alley... and then the second... and a third... all this while hearing the laughter of the five women. They were laughing so hard that sounded like a bunch of hyenas.


End of part 3.

[smjimmie1348]

Awesome I like this will there be a part 4 and will she end up losing her shirt to reveal some matching panties or will she get back at the daughter for taking her skirt off?

[PforPanchira]

This is a great story I love the build up its so original and not dragging at all.

[FLP00]

Originally Posted by smjimmie1348

Awesome I like this will there be a part 4 and will she end up losing her shirt to reveal some matching panties or will she get back at the daughter for taking her skirt off?

There will be more. Most of the story was written several months ago. It only needs a closure.

You'll have to be a bit patient to see what happens next!

[FLP00]

Sorry for taking so long to post the part 4, guys. I'm busy as fuck nowadays, so I barely have time for writing. Hopefully you'll like the next part!


Rachel opened her eyes. There she was, in the middle of the street with no skirt on, waist down wearing only her underwear and boots. The feelings of exposure and vulnerability struck her so hard that she froze for a moment. She waited for the first person -she imagined a kid- to see her face, and then to look down and seeing her underwear. She imagined the expression of amazement first and the guffaws second. But nobody had seen her yet. Only a few steps away from the alley there was a pair of big dumpsters among which Rachel hid temporarly. From there, she studied her situation; the sidewalk where she stood had plenty of parked cars. She could hide behind them from the people walking by the other sidewalk, which was way more crowded.

While crouched there with her legs closed, she took a look at her own panties. She had bought them a week ago, along with the matching bra -that she was wearing now under the sweater. L size, thanks to her wide hips and bulky buttocks. Back in the lingerie store, she thought that polka-dots were a sexy pattern; now, they looked embarrassing to her. Although that, thinking of it it more rationally, a girl walking around the street with no skirt on would attract a lot of attention, regardless of what panties she's wearing. Rachel decided to focus her mind energy nin finding a solution to her current problem. She gave a look at her watch; 5:37 PM. Still a long time before dusk. It would have been way easier if this had happened at night; less people around, and darkness would be a great ally.

Rachel finally mustered some courage and abandoned her little shelter. The nearest person on her sidewalk was pretty far, so far that he or she wouldn't be able to notice Rachel's appearance. She walked in a bent-over position, hiding behind the parked cars, taking small but quick steps. Now she had another problem to face; having only two small hands... which part of her panties to cover? Font or rear? Crotch or ass? Which of both parts of her anatomy was she more self-conscious about? Probably her ass. A man focibly stripped of his pants would use both hands to cover the bulge in his boxer-briefs, since most men were somewhat self-conscious about their... manhood. But being a woman the only thing that one could notice through the front side of her panties was a slight camel toe, and that was no big deal. The female ass, on the other hand, was always subject to all kind of criticism; shape, size, skin texture, tightness... She cold not pull her dark green sweater down enough to cover her undies, so she had to resort to her own hands. Se decided at first to take the, seemingly, most logical choice; a hand for each part. After advancing some steps she realized of how innefective that measure was; she couldn't cover the front part completely and much less the bigger seat. And of course, putting both her hands in one part would leave the counterpart completely exposed.

"Shit" muttered Rachel. "I'm fucked."

No doubt of that. After walking -if one could call taking small, but quick steps in that semi-crouched pose 'walking'- Rachel reached a corner, and she recognized it; it was the same corner where she was almost caught by the women before. And there was people at the other side. They didn't seem to notice Rachel yet, but she thought that maybe they were just pretending not to do. But then, a car full of teenagers -all boys- took that turn, passing by in front of Rachel. The driver blew the car's horn.

"Nice legs, babe!" yelled one of the boys, while his friends wolf whistled. Even when the car left at great speed, Rachel could hear them laughing. She felt again that awful feeling in her tummy, but harder this time. She loved to be complimented on her body, but not in that kind of situation. She loved when men looked retarded while staring at her passing by, dressed in nice clothes and carrying an aura of diva, making it very clear to them that she wasn't attainable form them... if they didn't try hard enough, at least. But now she didn't had that power; she was just some girl easy to look and laugh at. The worst of it wasn't being in her panties itself, which was really bad already. The worst was seeing that everybody around her had their pants and their skirts on. She felt like some kind of social outcast, somebody whose social status was as low as dirt. She could not command respect in any way. She was laughable.

"Look! Look at her!" said somebody behind Rachel. She turned her head around and saw two eldery women pointing their finger at her while snickering. Feeling the embarrassment hitting her ego again with renew intensity, Rachel turned into the small street where that car with those guys got into and ran away with both her small hands in her ass, trying to cover her panties.

"Don't bother, darling" said one of the eldery women. "Your butt is too big for that!"

She thought that they were right; Rachel could feel the soft touch of the polyamide fabric in her hands. No way she could cover the whole seat of her panties, not that way at least. But then she looked down and saw something that could help her a little; a journal's page! The paper was large enough to cover her ass and a big chuck of the paper would be left that she could use to cover the front side of her panties. Yes, she would still look pathetic with her painted face and using a journal as skirt, but it was way better than nothing.

Rachel crouched down -still with one hand in her ass- and grabbed the journal but, when she picked it up she heard a ripping sound and she was left with a small piece of the paper in her hand, not much bigger that the hand itself. Looking back down she saw the cause; there was a big dogshit under the journal, and the paper was stuck to it. Of course, covering with stinky paper wasn't an option for her. This last bout of bad luck made her want to cry.

"Please, no... please..." she begged, fighting her tears. It had to be a bad dream, nobody could have so much bad luck, right? But there she was, with that little piece of journal to cover herself. She placed it on her ass and put her other hand in her crotch. The little street was deserted, which gave her a little time to think about her situation once again. There was another big street at the end of that narrow alley. Walking into there was scary, but that would lead her closer to home. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then, after opening her eyes again, walked towards the street at fast pace; the sooner she did it, the sooner it would be over. She had to asume that she could not arrive home without being notice by somebody, she could only reduce the number of witnesses as much as possible.

Rachel reached the end of the alley. Her fear raised almost at the same pace at which the noise of the cars and the poeple was more noticeable. It wasn't going to be fun. Rachel didn't give her brain even a second to think about it, because she knew that that would make her hesitate and hesitation wouldn't help her at all. Clenching her mouth, she stepped into the big street and headed home. Soon, she found herself sourrounded by the cruel laughs of the bystanders, who made comments about her appearance too. Those laughs felt like blows to her tummy, and the verbal remarks were like having ice-cold water poured on her. Rachel walked by the sidewalk looking at the ground, completely humiliated. Under the heavy make-up, her face was bright red, so hot that she didn't understand how it didn't melt the lotion. She felt not only embarrassed now, but extremely angry; angry at the five women that did this to her. And the worst of it was that she could not have revenge on them; if she had stood up to them earlier she could have lost her panties too. In a twisted way Rachel was lucky that they allowed her to keep underwear on, although she didn't want to admit it.

"Nice ass!"

"Look, Mom! Her panties are showing!"

"Who taugh her how to apply the make-up?"

"She looks like a clown."

"Hey! I know her..."

That last comment was the worst. Rachel expected to face a low of gazes and embarrassment, but she had thought that the chances of encountering somebody that knew her were pretty low. Murphy's law seemed to fulfill itself once again. She looked around and saw a known face. It was Chuck, one of those nerdy guys that wanted to date her. Only two weeks before he had taken her to dinner, spending a good amount of money on her. Rachel, of course, wasn't attracted to him at the least, but she gave him some -false- hints to keep him hooked. She thought of him as inferior, a pathetic loser that liked to kiss her ass. But now... now she was in danger on being seen as a loser. Chuck, a nerdy-looking guy- was in the company of other guys that were looking at her while laughing. Feeling like she didn't have any other option, Rachel approached Chuck, still with a hand in her crotch and the other pressing the piece of paper againts her big buttocks.

"Chuck! Chuck! Nice to see you!" she said to him. Chuck was appalled.

"Rachel! Were is your skirt? And why the hell did you do that to your face?" he asked, confused. Rachel looked around, intimidated under the eyes otf so many people, and then looked at Chuck again. She solved to cover her ass only now, with both her hands and the papaer.

"Some mean girls did this to me. Those fucking b*tches were probably jealous of me and this is their way of getting over their inadequances" she muttered, lying more to herself than to Chuck. Then, she made use of her charming attitude; "But I know that you're a nice guy that like to help damsels in distress. Please Chuck, give your jacket so I can cover myself... okay?"

Rachel knew how guys like him acted; a puppy-look in her eyes, the right tone of voice, a little touch in the forearm and he would be his slave again. Besides being extreme... why would this situation be different? That fool would succumb and obey. He looked a bit frozen, though. But it could be due having so many people looking at both them. Rachel put a little more effort on him; she caressed brushed herself a bit against him.

"C'mon, Chuck" she said, in a confidential tone. "You can take me home too. And once there..." a little pause. "Once there you can come in. I like men that prove to be helpful when I'm in trouble. Like right now... Please, Chuck. Be a good boy, okay?"

Chuck didn't say nor do anything. He seemed to meditate instead. Finally, he spoke.

"Will I have a nice dinner at your home?" he asked. This confused Rachel, who would have sworn that Chuck would have been thinking of having another thing from her.

"A dinner?" she asked. But then she remembered that she couldn't afford to spend more time there in her undies, before she died from embarrassment. "Oh... yeah, why not. I can prepare a nice dinner from you, if that's what you want. Now, please" she begged. "Give me you coat and we'll leave!"

"You owe me some dinners" he added. Chuck seemed a little angry now. "I think I'll invite the guy you were making out with that same night. You know... the last night I took you out for a dinner. When I made advances on you and you said that you wasn't interested. But that didn't stop you from taking free meals and rides from me, right?"

Rachel was caught of guard. In normal circumstances, being exposed -not only physically, but psychologically too- would have resulted in her getting angry and defensive. But those weren't normal circumstances; her face was painted and she had no skirt on. How in earth could she think that she was in position to get angry? She was making a fool of herself already. Finally, Chuck and his friends started walking.

"Hurry up" he advised her. "You wouldn't want to arrive home at night."

Chuck and his friends abandoned her there. So, that's how rejection felt. Ouch! It was indeed a humbling experience. Ever since high school, Rachel had mocked the nerdy guys that had the insolence -now she knows that it wasn't insolence, but just sheer guts- to ask her out. Some people around had heard all her conversation with Chuck and now they were laughing even harder. Rachel turned around and ran away, barely containing her tears this time.



End of part 4.